I don't know why men complain about the way women shop. I really don't, when it's really men who are the all-day shoppers. At least it is in my house.
I can head out to the store armed with a list that hangs from my hand to my elbow, get all the food, medicines, cleaning supplies and other incidentals, check out, filling 4 or more big canvas bags, then stop on the way home to mail some things and maybe get a book at the library, and still get home in about an hour.
My husband, on the other hand, will say he's going to the building supply store for a couple things and I won't see him for 2 or 3 hours. What takes him so long? I'll tell you, based on the times I've gone with him. He has to look at every single thing in the store. Every. Thing.
If I did my shopping the way he does, I'd have to pack a bag and stay overnight! Here's how it would go: I'd inch my way down the aisle, stopping to look at, let's say . . . bagels. I don't need bagels, but I have to look at them, and all the other brands of bagels in the vicinity, comparing the prices, remembering what they used to cost and wondering when they might have a sale, in case I need bagels in the future. Oh, and I have to comment on the fact that these bagels are better than the ones I have at home, but a person would have to win the lottery to pay this much for bagels. Okay, I'm done here. I put the bagels back on the shelf and move on to the bread. I need bread. I look at every loaf of bread on the shelves, commenting on how expensive the good ones are before eventually putting the same kind I always get into the cart. Wait! No, if I were shopping like my husband, I wouldn't have a cart.
Now on to the second aisle . . .
Maybe there are women who can make a day of shopping, but I'm not one of them, and neither is any other woman I know. We spend only as much time in a store as we have to. We get in, get what we want and need, and get out. Our time is too valuable to waste it staring at a can of beans, reminiscing about beans we used to have and how little they used to cost.
Don't even get me started on what it's like to take a husband to the grocery store with you! You'd need an adult sized cart seat to put them in if you want to get anything done!
